| She cannot explain her metamorphosis
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| Her human condition is almost devitalized
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| Refusing to eat, strong will to last
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| Anorexia forces her body
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| To react in eccentric ways
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| She’s so skeletal, severely attenuated
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| Normal expectations
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| From mainourishment
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| A lucid ligurine, this weakened thinning woman
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| Her ribs show clearly
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| And lungs inhailing oxygen
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| Muscle structures and subculaneous organs visible
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| «What is happening to me» she gasps aloud
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| Her moans drift from withering pains
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| She observes vibrant blood
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| Flowing through her veins
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| My anorexic whore
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| A thinning corpus
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| She looks into herself
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| As if she’s staring thourgh glass
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| Translucent skin, collophane pigments
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| Mutated, dilated pigments
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| Dermis layers transparent
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| «What is happening to me» she gasps aloud
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| She looks into herslef as if she’s gazing through glass
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| A glass ligurine…
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| Her flesh is a pane into which I stare
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| Her beautiful bowels I now perceive
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| Her skin cannot hide\\What tangible matter lies inside
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| Her body eats itself
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| Draining nourishment from every pore
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| She only wants to possess
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| Exterior shapely loveliness
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| I can easily see her soul
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| My anorexic whore
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| A thinning corpus
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| She looks into herself
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| As if she’s staring through glass
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| Translucent skin, cellophane pigments
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| Mutated, dilated pigments
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| Dermis layers transparent
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| «What is happening to me» she gasps aloud
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| She looks into herself as if she’s gazing through glass
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| A glass ligurine… |